The oscillation of my emotions
is far more than I bargained for.
But the beauty of it all
cannot be captured by
words, pictures, paintings.
It can only be felt,
deep in your bones,
the bottom of your heart,
the innards of your brain.
It touches your soul so purely,
you can do nothing but ride the wave,
feel as children feel…
and fall in love all over again–
I keep telling myself that I’ll be fine,
but something is amiss,
is it religious bliss?
Maybe I need a Miss
so I can get kissed,
or remind me that I’m missed.
Trapped in a bed that’s not even mine
I’ve been put down too many times,
Lived too many lives, lost too many loves,
but I’ll be fine.
I tell myself that I love myself–
Is it really true?
Will I ever be myself without you?
I’m dying to find the answer–
sometimes it feels like cancer
swelling in my throat
hearing nothing except a croak.
I’ll be fine.
Superego instills doubt in my mind
Am I really fine?
I’ll just keep to myself–
Keep wearing my “plastic” smile
struggling to share my feelings with
the ones who care about me.
I’m know I’m not fine,
but I will be only when the closed chambers
of my heart open once again.
Water in the river rolling over the smooth rocks,
fallen branches and trees, clogged with leaves,
it eventually finds a way past the obstacle.
Every human has needs,
but rarely get what they want,
just what they deserve.
relaxing every cell.
knowing you’re my side
i’ll sleep better.
search for freedom
in love, sail that
passion to the
land of purpose